The 70mm is glorious, though Tarantino does little to use the medium to his advantage. Snowfall is visceral and the actors pop off the screen, but with so much of the film set in a cabin, it feels that 70mm was mostly used in vain. And this here is the crux of the film: vanity. Tarantino’s intentions and mannerisms reach a level of ego and obnoxiousness—and sometimes stupidity—that the otherwise interesting story is almost completely undermined. While Jennifer Jason Leigh is brilliant, the rest of the cast, Samuel L. Jackson especially, feel like caricatures, drawn with such generic single-mindedness that it is difficult to care about anyone’s role—though I suppose they are all hateful, so there’s that. There are times of suspenseful narration and entertaining visuals, but the film is rather without substance as its formal structure and thematic intentions are constantly being altered and contradicted by unbalanced direction.
68/100 – Decent.